Damon watched closely, as Elena slid out of the dress, and crawled into bed. He only caught the slightest flash of bare skin, but it was enough to prove to himself that he had made the right choice.
"Good night, Elena," he said, his voice carrying across the room, as he clicked off the lights. With a swipe of his finger over the scanner, he stepped back into his own room. He would need to tell Stefan about their new visitor, but that could wait until tomorrow.